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The
Tragedy
of
King
Lear.
Glou.
Set
me
where
you
stand.
Edg.
Give
me
your
hand:
You
are
now
within
a
foot
of
th’extrean
Verge:
For
all
beneath
the
Moon
would
I
not
leap
upright.
Glou.
Let
go
my
hand:
Here
friends,
another
purse,
in
it,
a
Jewell
Well
worth
a
poor
mans
taking.
Fairies,
and
gods
Prosper
it
with
thee.
Go
thou
further
off,
Bid
me
farewel,and
let
me
hear
thee
going.
Edg.
Now
fare
ye
well,
good
Sir.
Glou.
With
all
my
heart.
Edg.
Why
do
I
trifle
thus
with
his
despair,
’Tis
done
to
cure
it.
Glou.
O
you
mighty
gods!
This
world
I
do
renounce,
and
in
your
sights
Shake
patiently
my
great
affliction
off:
If
I
could
bear
it
longer,
and
not
fall
To
quarrel
with
your
great
opposeless
wills,
My
snuff,
and
loathed
part
of
nature
should
Burn
it
self
out.
If
Edgar
live,
O
bless
him.
Now
fellow,
fare
the
well.
Edg.
Good
Sir,
Farewel.
And
yet
I
know
not
how
conciet
may
rob
The
Treasure
of
life,
when
life
it
self
Yields
to
the
Theft.
Had
he
been
where
he
thought,
By
this
had
thought
been
past.
Alive,
or
dead?
Hoa,
you
Sir:
friend,
here
you
Sir,
speak:
Thus
might
he
pass
indeed:
yet
he
revives.
What
are
you
Sir?
Glou.
Away,
and
let
me
die.
Edg.
Had’st
thou
been
ought
But
Gozemore,
Feathers
and
air,
(So
many
fathom
down
precipitating)
Thoud’st
shiver’d
like
an
Egg:
but
thou
do’st
breath:
Hast
heavy
substance,
bleed’st
not,
speak,
art
sound?
Ten
Masts
at
each,
make
not
the
altitude
Which
thou
hast
perpendicularly
fell,
The
life’s
a
miracle.
Speak
yet
again.
Glou.
But
have
I
faln,
or
no?
Edg.
From
the
dread
Summet
of
this
Chalky
Bourn
Look
up
a
height,
the
shrill
gor’d
Lark
so
far
Cannot
be
seen
or
heard:
Do
but
look
up.
Glou.
Alack,
I
have
no
eyes:
Is
wretchedness
depriv’d
that
benefit
To
end
it
self
by
death?
’Twas
yet
some
comfort,
When
misery
could
beguile
the
tyrants
rage,
And
frustrate
his
proud
will.
Edg.
Give
me
your
arm.
Up,
so:
How
is’t?
Feel
you
your
Legs?
You
stand.
Glou.
Too
well,
too
well.
Edg.
This
is
above
all
strangeness,
Upon
the
Crown
oth’Cliffe.
What
thing
was
that
Which
parted
from
you?
Glou.
A
poor
unfortunate
Beggar.
Edg.
As
I
stood
here
below,
me
thought
his
eyes
Were
two
full
Moons:
he
had
a
thousand
Noses,
Horns
walk’d,
and
wav’d
like
the
enraged
Sea:
It
was
some
fiend:
therefore
thou
happy
Father,
Think
that
the
clearest
gods,
who
make
them
honors
Of
mens
impossibilities,
have
preserved
thee.
Glou.
I
do
remember
now:
henceforth
I'le
bear
Affliction,
till
it
do
cry
out
it
self
Enough,
enough,
and
die.
That
thing
you
speak
of,
I
took
it
for
a
man:
often
’twould
say
The
fiend,
the
fiend,
he
led
me
to
that
place.
Edg.
Bear
free
and
patient
thoughts.
Enter
Lear.
But
who
comes
here?
The
safer
sense
will
ne’re
accomodate
His
Master
thus.
Lear.
No,
they
cannot
touch
me
for
crying.
I
am
the
King
himself.
105
Edgar.
O
thou
side
piercing
sight!
Lear.
Natures
above
Art,
in
that
respect.
There’s
your
Press-mony.
That
fellow
handles
his
Bow
like
a
Crow-
keeper:
draw
me
a
Cloathiers
yard.
Look,
look,
a
Mouse.
Peace,
Peace,
this
piece
of
toasted
Cheese
will
doo’t,
There’s
my
Gauntlet,
I'le
prove
it
on
a
Gyant.
Bring
up
the
brown
Bills.
O
well
flown
Bird:
ith’clout,
ith’clout:
Hewgh.
Give
the
word.
Edg.
Sweet
Marjoram.
Lear.
Pass.
Glou.
I
know
that
voice.
Lear.
Ha!
Gonerill
with
a
white
beard?
They
flatter’d
me
like
a
Dog,
and
told
me
I
had
the
white
hairs
in
my
Beard,
ere
the
black
ones
were
there.
To
say
I,
and
no,
to
every
thing
that
I
said:
I,
and
no
too,
was
no
good
Divi-
nity.
When
the
rain
came
to
wet
me
once,
and
wind
to
make
me
chatter:
when
the
Thunder
would
not
peace
at
my
bidding,
there
I
found
’em,
there
I
smelt’em
out.
Go
to,
they
are
not
men
o’their
words;
they
told
me,
I
was
every
thing:
’Tis
a
Lie,
I
am
not
Ague
proof.
Glou.
The
trick
of
that
voice,
I
do
well
remember:
Is’t
not
the
King?
Lear.
I,
every
inch
a
king.
When
I
do
stare,
see
how
the
subject
quakes.
I
pardon
that
mans
life.
What
was
thy
cause?
Adultery?
thou
shalt
not
die:
die
for
Adultery?
No,
the
wren
goes
too’t,
and
the
small
gilded
Flie
Do’s
letcher
in
my
fight.
Let
Copulation
thrive:
For
Glosters
Bastard
Son
was
kinder
to
his
Father,
Than
my
Daughters
got
’tween
the
lawful
sheets.
Too’t
Luxury
pell-mell,
for
I
lack
Souldiers.
Behold
you
simpring
Dame,
whose
face
between
her
Forks
presages
Snow;
that
minces
Vertue,
and
do’s
shake
the
head
to
hear
of
pleasures
name.
The
Fitchew,
nor
the
soyled
Horse
goes
too’t
with
a
more
riotous
appetite:
down
from
the
waste
they
are
Centaures,
though
women
all
above:
but
to
the
Girdle
do
the
gods
inherit,
beneath
is
all
the
fiends.
There’s
hell,
there’s
darkness,
there
is
the
sulphurous
pit,
burning,
scalding,
stench,
consumption:
Fie,
fie,
fie;
pah,
pah:
Give
me
an
Ounce
Of
Civet;
good
Apothecary
sweeten
my
imagination:
There’s
money
for
thee.
Glou.
O
let
me
kiss
that
hand.
Lear.
Let
me
wipe
it
first,
It
smells
of
Mortality.
Glou.
O
ruin’d
piece
of
nature,
this
great
world
Shall
so
wear
out
to
naught.
Do’st
thou
know
me?
Lear.
I
remember
thine
eyes
well
enough:
do’st
thou
squiny
at
me?
No,
do
thy
worst
blind
Cupid,
I'le
not
love.
Read
thou
this
challenge,
mark
but
the
penning
of
it.
Glou.
Were
all
thy
Letters
Suns,
I
could
not
see
one.
Edg.
I
would
not
take
this
from
report,
It
is,
and
my
heart
breaks
at
it.
Lear.
Read.
Glou.
What
with
the
Cafe
of
eyes?
Lear.
Oh
ho,
are
you
there
with
me?
No
eyes
in
your
head,
nor
no
money
in
your
purse?
Your
eyes
are
in
hea-
vy
case,
your
purse
in
a
light,
yet
you
see
how
this
world
goes.
Glou.
I
see
it
feelingly.
Lear.
What,
art
mad?
A
man
may
see
how
this
world
goes,
with
no
eyes.
Look
with
thine
ears:
See
how
yond
Justice
rails
upon
yond
simple
thief.
Heark
in
thine
ear:
Change
places,
and
handy-dandy,
which
is
the
Justice,
which
is
the
thief:
Thou
hast
seen
a
Farmers
dog
bark
at
a
Beggar?
Glou.
Sir.
Lear.
And
the
Creature
run
from
the
Cur:
there
thou
might’st
behold
the
great
image
of
Authority,
a
Dog’s
obey’d
in
Office.
Thou,
Rascal
Beadle,
hold
thy
bloudy
hand:
why
do’st
thou
lash
that
Whore?
Strip
thy
own
back,
thou
hotly
lusts
to
use
her
in
that
kind,
for
which
thou
whip’st
her.
The
Usurer
hangs
the
Cozener.
Tho-
rough